Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1887-06-30

would have. rendered moro lasting
services to the -oountry Nv being
hanged. In view Of the fact that the band
boys had only practiced during the rainy
days of four weeks land the farmers had
complained of dry weather), there was,
reluctantly admit, some justice in the re-
mark. When the band had ceased to har-
ass that great national air, Molly Dar-
ling" the Colonel climbed upon the plat
form. He sat down, and after looking over
number Of papers, turned TO friend and
with an air of great perplexity said:
"Bill, by gings, I've lost that preshus
"That's bad" Bill replied. SAINT you
got somethin' else that'll do as well2"
IL amt got q thing but cut-throat
mortgages"
Read one of them," Bill suggested.
SIN almost afeerd."
"Oh, you neenter be. Nobody will ever
know the diffurence, ON sides that, the
Declaration of Independence was only the
liftin' OF a mortgage after ALL"
That's fact, Billie. You've got a
great head on you, my son, an ef you
watch yore pints like yore Aunt Nancy
watchin' kttle of b'ilin' soap, you'll own a
cross-roads sto an u new suit OF jeans one
of these here days. Wall, getting up.
the brin'le cat is about ready to make q
jump"
Ter citizens, we have met here on this
solemn occasion-not so blamed solemn as
you mout suppose met on this lively oc-
casion not so lively but il mout be worse
to celebrate this great celebration. L
will now read to you a dockyment that"
just then there arose the fearful cry of
Mad dogs!" "Mad dogs!" Six or eight
terrific-l looking dogs had dashed into the
crowd, and the people were running f. T
their lives. Three Of the dogs dashed up
10 the speakers stand and, sitting down on
the ground, pointed their noses at the
Colonel and the members of the commit
tee. BY this time the crowd had dispersed.
The Colonel and his friends were alone.
"Merciful heaven" loudly mourned the
Colonel, "they are going to jump up here!"
The dogs had begun to cut ugly capers.
"Grab a limb an climb up in the tree"
some one shouted.
The Colonel seized q limb, and after
every one else had found q safe lodgment,
he succeeded in climbing q short dis
lance, whom, 40 -his horror, he found that
he could climb no further, and what made
the situation still more thrilling, ho found
that the swinging limb dipped him down to
within few feet Of the most ferocious-
looking dog.
"Oh, Lordl" the miserable man groaned,
as he felt himself again dipped down, "1ll
bet anything he nabs me this time. Why
must / be burdened with so much fleshP
Can't you relieve me of q little Of it?"
"The dog will do that" shouted some
one who was safe in tie top OF the tree.
"You scoundrel," shouted the Colonel,
"you internal scoundrel- Oh, Lord,
forgive me for using such harsh language,
for am dipping down again. Oh, Lord,
did you see him snap at me2 Pm gone
bet hundred dollars I'm gone. Look at
himl oh, Lord, he's going to jump at me.
Bet hundred an fifty I'm gone"
The day wore away in agony, and night
of misery settled down. The Colonel,
alternating between praying and betting,
passed the night somehow, and when day
light came the worn-out man saw that the
dogs were gone. The Colonel, unable TO
climb down, turned loose and fell off like
q sloth.
Miles Brewer, early that morning, called
up pack of bloodhounds, and, as he fed
them, remarked:
Good old boys. They tell me that you
done yore work fine. Wouldn't take nothn'
fur you. Didn't hear the readin' OF the
dockyment, did you? Good old boys"